The ‘experimental’ writer, then, is simply following the story’s commands to the best of his human ability. The writer is not the story, the story is the story. See? Sometimes this is very hard to...

And then I saw her, who I could have only assumed with Aura Tsang, a very petite women, with the exotic features of those you associate with an Asian background complete with slick dark hair...

Crazy got nothin on us” Neesa

They want to be stimulated. They want to read something that can get under their skin and hang out there for a while.

When asked what profession they like least, most people will give the obvious answer: clowns.

Lilith came to Longinus in the night, as she often did, and the darkness of the cave was filled with the lustful sounds of their passionate couplings. Afterwards, as he lay back with his eyes...

Sometimes the truth is so bizarre and mind bending that it must be presented as fiction to be accepted.George SaundersThe Bookseller

Lo tocó como nunca antes se había atrevido a hacerlo, acariciando su cuerpo con la punta de los dedos muy, muy suavemente, recorriendo la piel levantada como una mujer ciega leyendo braille.

Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.

Before they knew it, Ormsby Island would become a paranormal attraction like Waverly Hills or Houghton Mansion or the Whaley House. The place would be crawling with people anxious to catch a ghost on camera...

Damn it, it wasn’t quite fresh enough!

You’ll never see us coming.

A skillful literary artist has constructed a tale. If wise, he has not fashioned his thoughts to accommodate his incidents; but having conceived, with deliberate care, a certain unique or single effect to be wrought...

The dark dangerous forest is still there, my friends. Beyond the space of the astronauts and the astronomers, beyond the dark, tangled regions of Freudian and Jungian psychiatry, beyond the dubious psi-realms of Dr. Rhine,...

If I did not believe in life, if I were to lose faith in the woman I love, if I were to lose faith in the order of things, even if I were to become...

Soon, we’ll be together forever.” Everything faded to black once more, and the woman stopped breathing. All was silent and still.

See you later.”2. Step outside.3. Close the door.I don’t want to, really. I want to go back inside and believe Gordon’s words,like a child believing in a fairy tale, and I want to escape this...

Many veterans feel guilty because they lived while others died. Some feel ashamed because they didn’t bring all their men home and wonder what they could have done differently to save them. When they get...

No one will ever write a horror novel as scary as reading about my symptoms on WebMD.

I don’t remember ever signing up for weird. It just sort of happened.

One day that’s going to fall on us and spear you through the heart,” he said. I turned to kiss him on the shoulder and closed my eyes.

I turn away and stare through the window at the field where the scotch broom creeps yellow as hell toward my doorstep. Six years and it has advanced from the hinterlands to the picket fence...

I went outside and discovered that nighttime is for lovers.

I don’t have expensive tastes – just bloody ones.– Vampire Dragul Mangorian

Some girls are sweeter… Others have a tinge of bitterness… It is as if I can smell their souls. Their experiences and relationships are painted in warm, sour crimson.

It is dark. You cannot see. Only the hint of stars out the broken window. And a voice as old as the Snake from the Garden whispers, ‘I will hold your hand.

For there has never been a story nearly as tragic as the one of Frankenstein, except for that of Johnny Heart and his Francesca Valentine.

The world outside had its own rules, and those rules were not human.

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

No sport, watching horror movie with friends in bright room.Try that alone at night without light with mirror above screen!

What if all religiouns were stories, and all stories were true?

Horror, let’s face it, is basically pretty dumb. You’re writing about events that are preposterous, and the trick is to dress them up in language so compelling that the reader doesn’t care.

Right at this moment, I only want silence. I believe that the end of life is silence in the love people have for you. I’ve actually been running through what people have said about the...

Lover,” she whispers, and closes her eyes.It falls upon her.Love is like dying.

Exercise care with what it is you do when you hold my heart in your hands. For it is my love that makes you special. When it is gone, you shall soon know it and...

Hello Clarice…

Even then I found the word fitting, soothing.Fireflies.Fire flies.Fire, fly.

Quinn seemed to have become one of a jaded philosophical society, a group of arcane deviates. Their raison d’etre was a kind of mystical masochism, forcing initiates toward feats of occult daredevilry – “glimpsing the...

This is the truth about The Killer, ain’t it baby? You’re just a big ol’ bag of screams under all that big, bad muscle, ain’t you?

We both wondered whether these contradictions that one can’t avoid if one begins to think of time and space may not really be proofs that the whole of life is a dream, and the moon...

All she could see was her demise and it called out a tempting ruse, offering a suffering less potent than what sickened the living.

He who writes is the martyr, seen through the eyes of the unsuspecting doll.

And I’m thinking about the old man. He’ll be pounding on the glass right about now… or maybe not now. Maybe in a while. But he’ll be pounding and… will there be blood? I like...

One does not simply tell an archangel they have devoted their life to a folly.

Horror by definition is the emotion of pure revulsion. Terror of the same standard, is that of fearful anticipation.

People says it gets easier. People are stupid.”-Vlad

When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams.

Fantastic literature has been especially prominent in times of unrest, when the older values have been overthrown to make way for the new; it has often accompanied or predicted change, and served to shake up...

The Doctrine is the Ecstasy

A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.